The Might of a Dou Di

As the aftershocks of shattered space faded, Xiao Ling's vision suddenly blurred. By the time his mind settled, he was already standing within a space overflowing with emerald light.

An ancient tree over a dozen zhang tall stood there, seemingly rooted in this place since time immemorial. Its entire body was lustrous jade-green, as though carved from the finest emerald, with boundless life force swirling around it and seeping into the surrounding space in wisps.

This tree looked exactly like the thousand-zhang Bodhi Ancient Tree outside, only infinitely shrunk down. It bore some resemblance to the Bodhi Ancient Tree sapling Xiao Ling had obtained before.

Before Xiao Ling's eyes, the lustrous Bodhi Ancient Tree suddenly trembled. A ball of light slowly floated out from its trunk and hovered before him. The light shifted and flowed, revealing a clear image within it. The person inside was Xun Er.

Clearly, even though Xiao Ling had repeatedly warned her to stay focused and vigilant, such a situation had ultimately been unavoidable beneath the Bodhi Ancient Tree's illusion.

However, after thinking it over, Xiao Ling did not find it strange.

Xun Er was still only at Half-Saint Cultivation, while the Bodhi Ancient Tree possessed genuine Dou Di-level strength. Faced with such an enormous gap in cultivation, even with Xun Er's resolute nature and utmost vigilance, she could not resist an illusion of this level.

The illusion he himself had fallen into earlier had been incredibly realistic. The sense of everyday life within its shifting scenes, the familiarity in the words of family and friends—all of it had been rendered in exquisite detail, nearly replicating the trajectory of a real life.

Had the illusion not recreated scenes Xiao Ling had personally experienced in his previous life, allowing those memories etched deep into his soul to